Washingtonwatched in amusement as his political consultant ran after his campaign manager.Lafayette had taken Hamilton’s laptop and was currently running aroundWashington’s office, trying to escape the small firecracker of a man chasingafter him.
Hamilton had been typing away all day, and Lafayette hadgotten quite tired of waiting for his lover to stop. So, he stopped him, bytaking away his ability to write.
“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis deLafayette, if you do not give me my laptop I shall have to abstain from givingyou any blowjobs for an entire week.”
Somehow, Alex managed to sound imperious, despite thesubject matter.
Lafayette smiled a feral grin. “Mon petit lion, that is morepunishment for you than me, non? You love, how you say, this dick?”
Hamilton was fuming as Lafayette leapt over a table and gavehim a sly smirk.
“Lafayette, I swear you will blue balls it for even longer,if you. Don’t. Give. Me. My. Computer,” Hamilton growled.
Lafayette just laughed, a full belly laugh, and waggled thelaptop in front of him. “Come and get it, Hammy.”
Hamilton went to jump over the table as well, but wasgrabbed around the waist by a thickly muscled arm.
“I am entirely too sober for this, boys.”
Washington placed a kiss on top of Hamilton’s head andlooked at Lafayette.
“Laf, put his laptop on the charger, please.” It was more acommand than a request.
Hamilton stuck his tongue out at Lafayette, but wasreprimanded with a swift, sharp swat to his backside.
“And as for you Alexander, over the desk.”
Alex turned bright red but quickly scrambled to bend himselfover the large mahogany desk. He arranged himself in such a way that his asswas presented as a gift would be, and he was standing on the balls of his feet.
Washington came around the desk, hand trailing down Alex’sspine.
“You look beautiful, Alexander. Your skin contrasts wonderfullywith the wood.”
Alex shivered and felt the blush climbing up his neck. Hewhined loudly when Washington’s hands withdrew.
“Lafayette.” That strong voice rang out. “Over the desk.Beside Alexander.”
Lafayette followed directions, all signs of previous mischiefgone.
Once they were both laid over the desk, facing each other, Washingtonplaced one large and calloused palm on each of their backs. The hands drifteddown to the waistbands of their pants, Jeans for Alexander and pressed slacksfor Lafayette, as Washington spoke.
“Lafayette, sweet boy, look at you,” Washington cooed. Or,cooed as much as a man like George Washington does those kinds of thing.
Either way, the smooth drag of his voice when he next spokemade both men shiver.
“Now, boys. I assume you know what you’ve done wrong.”
It wasn’t a question. Everyone in that room knew what theyhad done wrong.
They nodded anyways.
“We were being rowdy in your office,” they both said, almostin unison.
Washington chuckled.
“Good boys.”
You didn’t specify the pairing, and because of @virusap, this happened. Also, I’m so sorry y’all. Doing all the prompts in my inbox right now. I fell into a very bad depression slump when my mum had a miscarriage, and then I got sick. I’m actually still sick, and writing these for you guys because I’m awful and I felt bad. But now that I’m writing again, can’t stop won’t stop. Send me some love?
